On my mind is “Theatre of The Absurd”, whose part definition means, ‘a form of drama that emphasizes the absurdity of human existence by employing purposeless and confusing situations, and plots that lack realistic or logical development.

My mind’s particular reference is an absurd incident that played out today, in broad daylight, and in front of my wide-open eyes in a butchery.

And like all absurd plays such as Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot”, the characters will not be introduced to you, the audience, except for their names and their miserable situation, which pans out as follows:

I enter the butchery to buy some steak, strictly minding my own business, Continue Reading "Theatre Of The Absurd In Covid-19 Times"

The following are the lessons that we must learn arising from then Covid-19 pandemic that continues to relentlessly ravage all corners of the earth, resulting in 3,075,546 infections and 211,792 deaths so far (28th April 2020); and still counting.

First is the realization, understanding and acceptance by all and sundry worldwide that no one is perfect, and hence the need to maintain humility.

Second, is appreciating that one cannot Continue Reading "8 Lessons Learnt From The Covid-19 Pandemic"

I am seated at my favourite joint minding my own business as I savour my African Sausage aka mutura ya mbao.

A gentleman joins me at the table but makes sure there is social distance between us.

Punde si punde his mutura is brought on a kibao as usual, complete with a few pinches of salt and some kachumbari.

The gentleman rises on his feet and heads to the hand washing spot, where he does not only wash his hands with antiseptic soap and water, but scrubs them surgeon-style.

In the meantime, he has left his mutura on his table, which is also my table, where flies are having a field day, except for those few moments when my hands are free to ward them off.

He is distracted further by a friend who engages him for a while, but eventually comes back to join his lovely mutura. Continue Reading "Ridiculous Reaction To Fear Of The Bug"

On my mind is monogamy, which means bonding and mating with a single partner.

This is inspired by Kirk’s Dik-diks (Madoqua kirkii), which are one of the four species of Dik-dik antelopes and are native to East Africa; they can occasionally be seen in the bushes as one approaches Lake Bogoria and in Lake Nakuru National Park.

Dik-diks, generally, are not only the smallest antelopes, but they also constitute part of the less than three percent of wild mammals that form monogamous relationships within defined territories.

Normally, antelope families walk in large groups. Majorly for protection, even though the female to male ratio is a little big. The stronger the male, the more the females.

But in the case of these oddly-named African antelopes, they pair up to reproduce one offspring at a time. Continue Reading "Till Death The Antelope Way"

On my mind is a lady that I met searching for something inside her handbag, most probably her house keys since she was outside a door. The search was so furious that I couldn’t mind my own business any longer. When I approached her, I smiled and said, “zitapatikana tu”. She gave me an awkward, but beautiful smile.

As I passed, I couldn’t help noticing the contents of the bag since they were strewn all over on the ground, and more were still flying off the bag.

I can now confirm the “Big Bag” theory or myth that a ladies handbag is bottomless. It is a bag of wonders, secrets and mystery, considering that she had not finished turning the bag upside down and inside out by the time she was out of my sight, *since I kept looking back to appreciate the beauty and monitor, evaluate and gauge progress of the recovery efforts*.

This got my tiny brain to think that these search and recovery or rescue missions can be made much easier and faster if designers of these bags became a little bit more creative. Continue Reading "To Handbag Designers – A Plea For Extra Creativity"

My Dear the undervalued, the under-privileged,
the less fortunate or the neglected in society:

Yes, I know
I know that you’ve gone hungry and thirsty;
I know that you don’t have enough clothes
to keep warm;
I know that you’ve been mistreated
by humanity;
I know that you have no roof over your head
I know that you have been sick;
I know that you have been in prison
because of no fault of your own;
and I also know that you don’t know
what love is. Continue Reading "I Shall Try"

The ‘Blind Spots’ of the human body form one of the four quadrants of the ‘Johari Window’, and can be described as those areas where a person’s view is obstructed. The Blind Spot is the space that is unknown to yourself, but known to others.

The other three quadrants are: the ‘Open Space’, which is the space that is known to one and also known to others; the ‘Hidden Area’, which is the space that is known to oneself, but unknown to others; and, the ‘Unknown Area’, which is the space that is unknown to oneself, and also unknown to others.

Coming back to the Blind Spots, they need extra care all the time, especially because Continue Reading "Blindspots of the Human Body – Quadrants Of The Johari Window"

On my mind is the dream
which has continued to lead me on
to my definition of prosperity;
which to me is that limitlessly pure,
boundlessly sparkling, endlessly beautiful,
unalterably warm, perfectly glorious,
peacefully vibrant and faultlessly welcoming
bright, blue sky.

The dream leads me on despite efforts,
to hold me back,
to criticize my every decision,
to belittle my achievements,
to change my mind,
to change my heart’s desires.

It doesn’t matter that the skeptics
never try to understand my journey,
never try to understand Continue Reading "When My Dream Leads My Heart To See Its Vision"